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Moros sat on the edge of the darkness, watching Sorom for quite a while. He cried and asked questions like he usually did, and the kind of devotion shown by frequently returning should be treated with an answer. Keeping in the dark corners and edges of the room,  Moros began to whisper into the mind of Sorom.

'Because you're not strong enough to save your parents, they died...you can't do anything right...all of this is for nothing...reliquish your beliefs...regect your patron..." Moros toyed with Sorom, waiting to see if he'd fall for these dark, unnatural thoughts. It was true he was the god of impeding doom and destiny, but now was the fulcrum point, the tipping aspect in Soroms life and he had a destiny to live. Moros just wanted to see he Sorom would survive these dark thoughts and prevail in his destiny.